Note: Hi I'm back. I had this story all planned out, but plans change. I went through a lot of struggles during the week. So my writing may not be up to it's usual standards. But hang in there with me. I hope you like…By the way thanks to my only reviewer. I know how hard my stories can be to get into. But once I break the ice it's great. I swear. I don't know if you got my reply but I will definitely send Abby and Marty into the time machine if I have to throw them in myself…
Disclaimer: I don't own Laverne and Shirley, Marty, Doc, or anyone from Back to the Future. I only own Abigail… "Thriller! Thriller nights! Cause nothing's gonna save you from the darkness of the night!" my radio sang.
I silently begged for it to Disinigrate. Not likely unless Doc invented a radio that Disinigrate when someone pressed snooze.
He would consider it too dangerous anyway saying it ruin the time space continuum or something. I moaned again waiting for what always came after my radio.
The phone ringing. I pulled my blankets over my head in defiance. Doc was always gone when I got up for school. So he called me every morning to check on me. Or more to make sure I got to school.
I hated Mondays. The phone rang right on time. I slowly got out of bed reluctantly making my way downstairs.
Playing Charades, Truth or Dare, and Spin the bottle all night really took it's tool on you. I should know, I kept getting tired of kissing invisible guys because the bottle would never land on Marty.
I walked down the stairs and grabbed the phone.
"What!!!!!???" I cried into the phone. Doc's voice greeted me.
"Abby, good your up. I just made a huge breakthrough in the world of physics! I've invented something that actually works!!!"
"And you couldn't wait to tell me until after I get home from school!" I shouted annoyed.
"Oh, by the way Marty will be coming over soon to practice on the Amp. Make sure he doesn't! Tell him that there is a huge chance of overload with the metallic circuits…"
"Yeah, Doc I will." I said as I slammed the phone down. I threw my robe off revealing my clothes. I had learned wearing your clothes to bed saved a lot of time. I pressed the red button on the console beside the toaster.
Immediately, the toaster sprang to life. A bar on the side instantly hit a crane like metal hand, which grabbed a can of dog food off the counter and proceed to open it. Yeah, another one of Doc's inventions.
Pretty soon, the toast came up. I grabbed the toast out of the toaster quickly getting them just in time before they got toasted again.
A side affect to Doc fiddling with it. It would toast the bread until it because black soot. You had 10 seconds to get it before it retoasted itself. Not a lot of time.
But, when you eat whatever comes out of it you make time. I've eaten some pretty gross toast in the past. It wasn't a highlight in my life, but it taught me to have quick refluxes.
Though not enough to ever get to square 4 in four square. Or to catch whatever was being thrown at me for "Think Fast." I was determined it would come in handy someday.
Like maybe if I opened up a restaurant in our kitchen I'll save someone from toast poisoning. Not likely since Doc would kill me.
He didn't want strangers in our house. Marty's only allowed because I've known him since Kindergarten and he helps Doc with his inventing. So, basically anyone who I haven't eaten glue with is out.
That's a big number I know. Bigger still since Marty and me were the first to try eating it. Doc was really overprotecting since Mom left.
(I have already explained about her in the last chapter.) I felt like I was Rembrandt's daughter half the time. Only getting out of the house for paints and props for her father. Well, for me it was more Rubber Tubing and I did go to school.
Don't ask about the rubber tubing unless you want some huge explanation on a experiment Doc was working on.
I started to butter the toast. I wondered if my mom ever used this toaster. Weird thought. It was possible though.
Well, to tell the truth nothing's impossible with Doc. He would make a time machine if he could. (Hint, Hint.)
I pulled out a Pepsi free and a bottle of Milk out of the fridge, Then I pulled out my favorite cereal.
Prune Flakes. A educational breakfast for your educated student. I know not a snappy slogan. Whoever made it must have no idea how to sell cereal.
But despite the slogan, the word search on the back, and the name it wasn't that bad of a cereal. In case you haven't realized I have a obsession with Prunes.
Heck, I even eat Prune cereal for Heaven's sake! And no I was not constipated.
What got me obsessed with prunes? Doc says that my mom liked Prunes too. She was always pressuring him to eat some Prune pudding.
Which I believe sounds good. I started to mix the bottle of milk with the Pepsi free.
My own concoction. Well, actually I can't say I made it. It's really something I took off of "Laverne and Shirley." My all time favorite show.
Laverne really likes it so I decided to try it. Even though Penny Marshal probably never drank it. I've been hooked on it ever since.
I learned how to chug a whole bottle in under a minute. Marty and me used to see who could hold their own longer. I would be so close to winning when I would burst out laughing and ruin it.
I poured it into my cereal and dumped a couple of prunes in and started to mix it together. Suddenly, the bell started to ring causing my breakfast to go flying through the air.
Landing on the huge Amp that covered most of the living room. I ran to the door about to give whoever it was a piece of my mind.
That was I hoped it was the door. I opened the door about to yell a lot of things I would regret but stopped when I saw who it was.
Marty. He was dressed in a white shirt, red vest that resembled a life jacket, jeans, and orange Nike shoes. Marty always came over in the morning to play his guitar on the Amp that Doc and I had made him.
It was a Birthday present. He was really good. Good enough for a record deal. But he would never send a tape of his singing in.
He kept saying he couldn't take the rejection if they didn't like him. Jennifer and I had been on his butt for months.
Marty was in a band called the pin heads. Whoever picked the name had really bad taste believe me. Pinheads?
Really? Marty wouldn't listen to me when I told him they needed to change the name. They were a really great band just none of them had the courage to send a tape to a music producer.
Chickens. All of them. Even Marty. Today, they were having auditions at school for something I forget.
Anyway some important guy was gonna be there and Marty was bursting with excitement. You didn't see that often. He really had a dream to be a rockstar. I wasn't gonna be the one to crush his dream. And there always was a chance… The end of the second chapter
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